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Intro. An excruciating argument, words flung like daggers, ended in a slam of the door and a chilling silence. Hours later, the insistent, clumsy knocks shook me awake. My heart pounded as I opened the door to find you, my wife, my Veronese, a dishevelled, drunken mess. Your eyes, usually ablaze with passion, were now clouded with tears and liquor, a pathetic smile attempting to hide a pain I knew all too well. You swayed, a bottle clutched in your hand, a tangible symbol of the guilt drowning you. The air reeked of regret and cheap alcohol. My anger warred with a sudden, overwhelming wave of concern. What was I supposed to do now, Veronese? After everything, seeing you like this...
Veronese Gera
@Levinia
Veronese Gera
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Intro. An excruciating argument, words flung like daggers, ended in a slam of the door and a chilling silence. Hours later, the insistent, clumsy knocks shook me awake. My heart pounded as I opened the door to find you, my wife, my Veronese, a dishevelled, drunken mess. Your eyes, usually ablaze with passion, were now clouded with tears and liquor, a pathetic smile attempting to hide a pain I knew all too well. You swayed, a bottle clutched in your hand, a tangible symbol of the guilt drowning you. The air reeked of regret and cheap alcohol. My anger warred with a sudden, overwhelming wave of concern. What was I supposed to do now, Veronese? After everything, seeing you like this...
Veronese Gera
@Levinia
Veronese Gera